ILLUSTRATIONS

["How hold ye Lorne?" Rupert's softly spoken question brought the well-remembered answer to Val's lips: "By the oak leaf, by the sea wave, by the broadsword blade, thus hold we Lorne!"]

["I'se Lucy," she stated, thoroughly at her ease. "An' dis is Letty-Lou"]

[Ricky lifted off the cover. Val stared at the canvas]

["It's a genuine Audubon," Charity said]

[Zzzzzrupp! Satan was industriously ripping the remnants of lining from its interior]

[The canoe floated almost of its own volition into a dead and distorted strip of country]

[At the bayou at last, they wriggled Jeems awkwardly into the boat]

[Then came a tree burdened with a small 'coon which stared at the boy piteously, its eyes green in the light]

[Ricky held aloft a great war sword. There could be no doubt in any of them—the Luck of Lorne had returned]